Author: SM
Title: Her New Name
Part: 22
Universe: SM, Her New Name
Summary: A divorced librarian, daughter of a minister
in the Bible belt, discovers that she is irresistibly drawn to slutty
experiences.
Keywords: cum fetish, exhibition, humil,
gangbang, les D/s, bestiality, inc
Language: English
Her
New Name—Part 22
(cum fetish, exhibition, humil,
gangbang, les D/s)
By
SM
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From Part 21 (Lunch Whore):
She could hear the clink of glasses being filled with ice, and drinks
being poured, hors d'oeuvres being served.
After they’d had a few drinks, she heard several of them come closer.
“Well,
well, well. Looks like
we have another Lunch Whore.”
“And
nobody is paying attention to her. Ain’t that a shame?”
“Can’t
have that, now, can we?”
“Nice
lingerie. Very
ordinary. Makes
her look innocent.”
“Yeah,
give her glasses and she’d be the local librarian.”
“The
local librarian slut whore, in this case though,” and they both laughed before
they began fucking her.
Joe stopped by the library the next day. When he approached her desk, Kari looked up
and blushed without even saying a word, thinking that she had cheated on him
when she had been gangbanged as the Lunch Whore for all those rich guys. Her thighs were still tired and her cunt a
bit sore, even though she had cum more times than she could count during that
event. That probably made her feel the
worst of her betrayal—her body, and her slutself, had clearly enjoyed it.
“Hi,” she said lamely.
“Got a minute, babe? Maybe take a break outside to chat some?” Joe
asked softly.
She swallowed and
nodded—he was, after all, a guy she really cared about. She went over to the main desk and told the
checkout girl that she was going to take a short break outside, be back in a
short while and all that.
Outside, the San Antonio
fall weather had begun, so it was just perfect weather, maybe 68 degrees, a
very soft breeze, partly cloudy, very pleasant.
Joe leaned against the side of the library and looked sideways at
her.
“Something
bothering you, babe?”
“Uhmm .
. . yeah.”
He waited.
“I uhmm . . . feel like I
haven’t . . . uhmm . . . been fair to you.”
“I don’t think I follow
that.”
“Well, you and I . . . and
I’ve started to . . . uhmm . . . love you . . . and even thought about . . .
uhmm . . . “ she blushed and looked down.
“You’ve started to love
me?”
“Yes,” she said, blushing
even more and looking down so her bangs would hide her face.
“That’s great, babe. I love you too, after all. I think I’ve told you that.”
“But . . . uhmm . . . I .
. . uhmm . . . have been with . . . uhmm . . . some other guys. Recently, I mean . . .”
“Ok.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
“Uh, no . . .
not really. I’ve been with some
other women recently, too. It’s not like
we had some kind of exclusive arrangement or anything. Although, I wouldn’t be totally opposed to
the idea, if you want to work something out.”
“You have? Been with other women, I mean?” she asked, regretting
that her voice sounded accusing.
“Babe? I’m really confused here. What is all this about?”
So, she told him about the
orgy at Melody’s place and Marc coming over fucking her while they watched with
the dog fuck Jacquie, being the Lunch Whore, and how she had wished that at
least he had been there because she had realized she really “had feelings” for
him, although she admitted that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go into the
marriage thing again, and all that. It
all just poured out of her like a dam had broken, it went on and on, and once
she started, she couldn’t stop until it was all out there. She realized her face was wet from her tears
when she finally ran out of words.
He didn’t say anything for
several minutes, leaning against the wall of the library.
“I take it that you don’t
feel all that good about all that?”
“Well, that sorta’ goes both ways . . . the slut part of me is happy
that I’ve found some fulfillment of my fantasies, and the public . . . er, normal librarian part of me thinks I’ve gone off my
rocker. And sometimes, it’s both. It’s really confusing, to tell you the
truth. I guess the worse thought is that
I’m going to screw things up—both literally and figuratively—and end up
rejected and alone because of what I’ve done.
I’m having a very hard time with it.”
He nodded, and reached out
and pulled her against himself in a sideways hug, since they were in
public. “I see. Well, don’t feel alone about it being
confusing, babe. It sounds like you’re
having a harder time with it than I am, but it’s not exactly clear or easy for
me, either, if that helps.”
She looked up at him, and
smiled through her tears. “Yeah, I guess
it does help. . . . You’re a special guy
to me, though. I’m not sure I’ve told
you that before.”
“Thank you. And you’re very special to me, too.”
During the silence that followed, Kari felt
that warm glow inside toward him.
“You busy tonight?” he
asked.
“No. Nothing planned.”
“Let’s go out for
dinner. I know a great Italian
restaurant, if that suits you. And it
has rather private booths, so we can talk.
And since I trained their chef myself, I know it will be good food.”
She smiled at him. “Sounds great to me. What time?”
“Say, 6:30 . . . 7? I can come by and pick you up.”
“Yeah, that’ll work. See you then.”
“Sounds good, but I didn’t
come here to talk with you about any of that, babe.”
“Oh?”
“Wendy said to tell you
she has information about someone she called ‘Patty’, so she asked me to come
by and let you know. She was wondering
if you and Stacy could come by for dinner and . . . <ahem> fun tomorrow
afternoon and evening? In fact, she was
thinking about a picnic in one of the prettier parts of the grounds for
lunch—and talk with you personally—about Patty, and then dinner and the fun
later.”
“Of course, I can. You’ll be there, won’t you?”
“Yes, I’m the chef, after
all. You have no idea how good dinner
will be,” he grinned and winked at her.
“But, you won’t be too
busy when the . . . <ahem> fun
starts?”
“Wouldn’t miss it, babe.”
Stacy looked a bit
dismayed when Kari told her she was going out to eat with Joe that evening, but
she looked better after Kari told her about the picnic and dinner at Wendy’s
the following day.
“Do you think Bunny could
come, too?”
“Uhmm . . . you’ll have to
ask Joe and maybe Wendy about that. Do
you have their cell phone numbers?”
“Yes.”
“So, just text them and
ask—although, you might want to ask Bunny if she’s available for tomorrow. She might be working at The Pony Ride Club.”
“Uhmm . . . no, I already
know that she’s not working tomorrow evening.
I was going to ask you if she could come over here, actually. She’s really bored on the nights she’s not
working.”
Kari looked at her a bit
curiously. “You’re really into her, aren’t
you?”
Stacy looked abashed for
the first time that Kari had seen her.
“Well, yeah. I guess so. . . . but not as much as I’m into you, Lover Doll,” she said
smiling, and reached up with her lips to kiss Kari’s. “You’ve just been busy lately, that’s all. I don’t want to put any pressure on you.”
“You just like her big
tits,” Kari said, grinning at her.
“Well, yes, I do like her
big tits,” Stacy said. Then she
sighed. “There is one problem, though.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“She has a crush on you.”
“WHAT?”
“She says you’re the
sexiest woman she’s ever known. . . uhmm . . . I think
that, too, by the way. I think you’re
the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”
Kari opened her mouth
several times, but couldn’t find a word to say.
When they arrived at the
Italian restaurant, Kari discovered that Joe could apparently also converse in
Italian as well as French, when the head chef saw him enter and came out to
welcome them.
“Benvenuto,
Signore and Signorina . . . benvenuto al nostro umile café. Come sta, il mio istruttore cuoco?”
“Sto bene,
grazie, e Lei?” Joe responded quite
naturally.
”Molto bene, grazie, e chi è questa
bella signorina con voi?”
“This is Kari, if I
may. She doesn’t speak Italian, Antonio
my friend, so perhaps we should use English to help her feel more comfortable.
“But of course, of
course. Your wish is my command. Ah, what a beautiful lady in your attendance,
welcome Kari, indeed welcome,” Antonio said with a bow, and Kari had the
impression that he was about to take her hand and kiss it, but instead,
apparently in somewhat of a hurry, he turned to his crew and clapped his hands
and barked out several orders in rapid fire Italian.
“Please
allow us a private booth, however, Antonio my friend,” Joe commented to
him. “We would like to talk privately,
if we may, please.”
“As before, your wish is
my command, il mio istruttore cuoco,” Antonio
replied.
“Grazie infinite.”
“Non c’è di che. Oh, no! .
. . I apologize, my lady Kari. I have returned to my humble language in my
excitement of a visit from my wonderful instructor. I will try to avoid such lapses for the rest
of the evening.”
“It’s ok,” Kari said, quietly.
“You’re very gracious,” he
replied. “I thank you! I regret but I must return to my duties,
among them creating a culinary masterpiece for the two of you,” he said, and
then turned and quickly returned to the kitchen area, where he began barking
orders to his crew. The maître ushered
them to their booth, back in the quietest area of the restaurant.
“He’s very enthusiastic,
that’s for sure,” Joe said, chuckling.
“He’s a very good chef, too, but don’t tell him I said so.”
“Ok, I won’t mention it,”
Kari replied, smiling. “However, now I’m
curious about something about you, though.
How many languages do you know? I
know you are fluent in French.”
“Me?”
Kari just looked at him,
rolled her eyes and opened her hands in a gesture like, “well, duh!”
He
laughed, “Ok, ok, ok . . . well . . . uhmm . . . I can discuss cooking fairly
well . . . in French, Italian, German, Spanish, I’m more or less fluent,
although a lot of it is textbook phrasing, not like a native of those languages,
since I don’t get much time to use those languages. I can wade around in Mandarin and Japanese
about cooking, but not much else, topic-wise—and maybe some Portuguese, the
Brazilian version, I mean. I’m not bad
about discussing the olive harvest in Hebrew, since I was in Israel some years
ago and picked olives, and I can order shawarma on the streets, but that’s about it. I’ve studied some ancient languages, too, but
that’s not likely relevant to most people.”
She just stared at him,
with her head cocked in surprise and her eyes open in awe.
“What?”
“You’ve got to be one of
the most talented people I’ve ever known . . . well . . . except for,” and she
sighed.
“Except
for?”
“My ex.
“
“Oh.”
“But, I don’t want to talk
about that.”
“Babe? I didn’t bring it up.”
Big
sigh. “No, you didn’t, that’s
true. I’m sorry, I brought it up. I’ll hush.
I’m sorry.”
“If you keep this up, I’m
going to put you on a quota of apologies, babe,” he said, smiling. “Say, 1 per conversation. After that, I’ll kick you in the shins.”
“Oh! . . . I’m
sorry.” And he kicked the center table
legs. “OH! I meant, uh, yes Sir!”
There were some moments of
silence.
“Uhmmm,
Sir?”
“Yes?”
“You missed my shins.”
“Yes, I know.”
The primo consisted of a barley soup which had flavors in it which Kari had never encountered before, but she tried to go slow, so as to not fill up, knowing there were more courses to go, as Joe had warned. He didn’t seem limited by that, though, and ate much more than she could.
When
the secondo
arrived, it was lamb seasoned delicately with herbs (she recognized oregano,
parsley, tarragon, basil and maybe ginger?) with a mint sauce, and a side of
mixed steamed vegetables including fennel (which she wasn’t used to eating that
way), as well as a salad—all of which Kari found quite wonderful. That was followed by fruit and rum baba, a
dissert which Kari found enjoyable indeed.
The
merlot had looked a bit strong for her, so she had opted for several glasses of
white zinfandel, a choice which had left her at the end of the meal feeling
pretty buzzed and quite full from the meal.
“So,
you wanted to talk to me about . . . uhmm . . . us?
“Well,
yeah . . . and no,” Kari replied, somewhat nervously.
“You
might need to start over, there, babe.
And translate for me.”
“Uhmm
. . . I love you . . . I think, I do, anyway.”
“Ok. I love you, too.”
“The
problem is that I don’t see how our lives could work together. You’re a Master Chef, and I’m just a simple
librarian, and it turns out that I’m a slut, too. You have a position with one of the richest
people in the southern states—Wendy, I mean—and I would just be in the way.”
“Just
be in the way? Are you kidding me?”
“You’re
very busy almost all the time. I don’t
know if you’d even have time for me.”
“Well,
yes, I’m pretty busy, but it would be nice to have someone to come home
to. Sometimes, I’m busy because I don’t
have anyone like that in my life.”
“And
the slut part?” Kari asked cautiously.
“Actually,
that’s quite a turn-on for me. I’d want
to hear about every part of it, though.
And, I’d want to be able to enjoy sex with other women.”
“That
makes me nervous, but I understand. If
I’m having sex with others, then why can’t you?
I can see that,” Kari admitted.
“Nervous?”
“I’ll
have to fight myself about being jealous that you’d find someone who you’d like
more than me.”
“I
don’t think that’s possible,” Joe said.
“Really?”
Joe
looked at her right in the eye, and said, “I couldn’t be more certain about
that. You’ve touched my heart like no
one else has ever done.”
“Not
even Lisa?”
“Not
even Lisa. She’s been a fun lover, off
and on, but she gets bored with me. And
she’s not interested in hooking up with a guy, except occasionally, like being
used in a ‘Poke Her’ game. She loves her job with Wendy.”
“You
don’t think you’d get bored with me? I .
. . uhmm . . . liked being used in the “Poke Her’,
too, after all.”
“No,
I don’t think so. I rarely get bored,
because my work as a chef is a lot of fun.
It would be nice to come home to a simple sexy librarian and get to
relax. Yeah, so you’d like to be
gangbanged occasionally. I don’t have
any particular problem with that, babe.
I don’t have a normal life anyway, so it would be great to have a slut
wife—how bad can it be? It’s not like I
want to have 4 kids or anything.”
“Things
haven’t been that simple lately, with my slutself coming alive,” Kari said regretfully.
“That
is part of why I don’t think I’d ever find someone I’d like better than
you. But, that’s only one side of
it—what about you and Stacy?”
Kari’s
face showed her distress. “Yeah, that
would be a problem. But, she might be
getting hooked up with Bunny. They’re
really into each other.”
“Hrrrmmm . . . let me get this straight. You want to be my woman, but your lesbian
lover might or might not be willing to let you go, and you’re just asking me if
I’m willing to be committed to being the man in your life, and you being my
woman in my life? . . . although, you’re asking that
to be without marriage or even any commitment between us, or even you being
committed to me for a limited time?”
“I
didn’t—don’t—have anything figured out, Joe.
You’re much more intelligent about stuff like this than I am. I’m just feeling my way through this, and
there’s a lot that’s confusing.”
“Ok. I’m not so sure that I’m more intelligent
about relationships. But, what parts
HAVE you figured out?”
“I’m
attracted to you in a way that I’m not attracted to anyone else—at least any
man. But, I’m scared about marriage
after what happened before—I turn into a total impossible bitch, and I can’t
seem to help it. And on the other hand,
I’m attracted to Stacy in a way that I’m not attracted to anyone else,
too. The only thing there is that I’m
still uncomfortable with living in a lesbian relationship.”
“So,
if you could live with me, that problem would be solved?”
“I’m
not sure it would. I love Stacy unlike
any other woman in my life. . . . I’m sorry, Joe. I’m confused.”
“Oh,
well. Life is confusing.”
“Thanks
for being patient with me,”
“Ok. So, can you express what it is that you’re
asking me to do?”
“Hrrrmmm . . . I think I want to come live with you at
times, and live with Stacy at times. By
the way, where do you live, anyway?”
“I
have a luxury apartment at Wendy’s place over behind the kitchen area—it’s
about 3 or 4 times bigger than your house.
It comes with the job.”
“Really? Wow! I’d like to see it sometime, if you
don’t mind showing it to me.”
“Sure. In fact, when you come over tomorrow, I can
do that. Or, if you want, we can go
there tonight, and . . . uhmmmm have a little fun,”
he said with a twinkle in his eye.
“If
you don’t mind, let’s do it tomorrow,” Kari sighed. “I need a little more recovery time from
being the Lunch Whore—I’m still a bit sore.
It’s been a crazy week, and I really want to start out tomorrow being
able to really enjoy you, the picnic and everyone. Is that ok?
I’m sorry if you were all ready for sex tonight. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” Kari
said, almost pleading.
“No
problem. I really wasn’t planning to do
much tonight after dinner, because we were already planning for tomorrow, and
I’ve actually got some work to get done by tonight,” Joe replied.
“Thanks. You’re the best, Joe.”
The
next day turned out to be ideal for a picnic, partly cloudy, with a light
breeze and about 70 degrees. Stacy had
made arrangements for Bunny to join them, and Lisa picked them up in time to
get there for the picnic. Stacy had
tried to get Kari to wear a very skimpy black bikini, which she’d resisted.
“I’m
not that comfortable going around naked.
My ass doesn’t look all that sexy.
And, I haven’t trimmed my bush, so it would show around the edges of my
bikini.”
“You
won’t be naked, it’s a bikini,” Stacy argued.
“We can wear sundresses over it.
Showing your bush out from the edges of your bikini panties is one of
those really sexy things that guys like—and, I do, too. Makes you look like a real slut. And you have a very sexy ass, Lover Doll.”
“Still,
I’d rather not.”
Finally, she agreed to wear some very short
denim hotpants under her sundress. Stacy
hadn’t given up, though, and she packed a small bag of various clothes that
they might need, putting the bikini in case she’d be able to get Kari to change
her mind. After Kari put on the
hotpants, she had second thoughts, since they were so short as to show most of
her ass cheeks, she might as well have been wearing the bikini.
To
make it simple, Bunny had come over to their place so Lisa picked them all up
together, again looking fabulous in another of her chauffeuse uniforms, a burgundy-colored
one this time, meeting Bunny with Stacy’s introduction, and greeting them all
warmly with a sexy kiss. She was driving
the black van, with the limousine seats and the bar, which they had ridden in
before—that is, except for Bunny.
Stacy
seemed proud to know the drill as she went over and poured some Mateus for Kari
and Bunny, serving them and then pouring a glass for herself. Bunny knew Mateus from her experience as a server at The Pony Ride, and sipped as
looked around admiringly at the luxury of the van.
“Did you say this is a private woman’s
property? Not a business?” Bunny asked.
“Yes, although Wendy has lots of businesses, I
suppose,” Stacy replied.
“I’m sure she’s incorporated and all that, and even
has subsidiaries, but it’s still all Wendy’s,” Kari said. “Is that accurate, Lisa?”
“Yes.
Actually, that’s especially true of me and her limousines,” Lisa
said. “I work directly for Wendy, not
for any of her businesses—although, of course, she sends me to do things for
them quite often.”
“Wow,” Bunny said.
“I’ve seen stuff like this with companies, but never before with a
private person.”
“Wendy is quite a unique person,” Kari
commented. “You’ll see. She’s very down to earth and easy to relate
with.”
“Unless you need to stop anyplace, I’m going to take
us directly to the picnic area,” Lisa said.
“Does that work for all of you?”
“That’s fine,” Kari said. “We brought stuff with us if we need to
change or anything.”
Kari waved at Victoria when they went through the
main gate—who waved back, smiling widely at her—as
Bunny was staring open-mouthed at the huge mansion. Stacy reached over and pushed her mouth
closed, and giggled, “Yeah, I know. Kari
had to stop me from staring and closed my mouth several times when I first came
here. It’s pretty impressive.”
Lisa
drove around to the other side of the vast property, to a part of the grounds
which Kari had not seen before. As they
approached, they could see a covered pavilion with built-in grills, various
tables and chairs, a bar, a hot tub, a pool and pool house large enough to have
showers, and a rather large fountain spraying water from the nipples of a
sculptured woman arched back in an erotic pose.
Lisa pulled up to the left side and opened the van door for them to
disembark. Kari saw Joe over by the
grill instructing another cook, and Wendy and Josie got up to greet them,
wearing bikini-bottoms and sarongs around their waists, so they were topless,
showing off their boobs. The twin
servers, Krystal and Katie, wearing those white bikinis Kari had seen them wear
before, got up from the table where they were preparing plates of hors
d'oeuvres to begin serving the new-comers.
Stacy
nudged Kari, “See? I told you that you
should wear your bikini. If you change
your mind, I brought it along.”
“Ok,
ok ok . . . we’ll see,” Kari said.
“I
just need to get you drunk, and then you’ll be willing, I’ll bet,” Stacy said,
grinning.
“You’re
bad.”
“I
know!”
“Well,
hello everyone!” Wendy said, warmly, grabbing Kari for a hug
and a very long sensuous kiss, while Josie did the same with Stacy.
When
they finally came up for air, they exchanged and repeated their usual greeting.
“And
this must be Bunny,” Wendy said, smiling at her. “Welcome!”
“Thank
you, ma’am,” Bunny said, a bit self-consciously.
“Just
call me ‘Wendy,’ . . . we’re very informal here. Please make yourself at home.”
“Thank
you, Wendy,” Bunny said politely, still looking a bit awed by all that she had
seen.
They
were ushered to some of the chairs and tables by the pool, where plates of hors d'oeuvres appeared, as well as drinks as soon as Krystal and Katie could find out
what everyone wanted. After they had
settled and enjoyed, Wendy scooted over closer to Kari, so the two of them
could talk more or less privately.
“Well, Kari, we found out about that young girl you
were concerned about.”
“Yes? What
did you find out?”
“Well, first of all, yes, her mom is pimping her out to older men, and she often joins in for a
threesome. According to my sources, a
lot of it isn’t for the money, although they are clearly using sex to advance
their positions in things, sometimes just as prostitutes for cash. They don’t need the money, because Pam works
for the school in the administration, so she has enough salary to pay for their
basic needs. Rumor has it that she is
fucking anyone who wants her at the school, which is how she got Patty through
school, since Patty wasn’t much of a student.
They’re both nymphomaniacs, and addicted to sex. But, they do use some of that money for
marijuana, and sometimes cocaine. As far
as my sources know, however, they are not heavy drug users, because they’re so
addicted to sex. Apparently, both Patty
and her mom would rather fuck a roomful of men—and women—than get high on
coke. They might smoke a few joints
before they start, but that’s about it.
My informant said that as far as they could tell, Patty only used coke when she was getting too tired to continue a gangbang, and
they haven’t actually have reason to believe that Pam has ever done
coke.”
“So, is Patty being forced to do this?”
“They don’t think so. Uhmmm . . . my main
source works for law enforcement, and he said that Patty was clearly going to
be a gangbang whore anyway, so she’s doing something for them, and they let her
do her thing.”
“What? Doing
something for them? What would she be
doing?”
“He wouldn’t say, but I’d guess that means she’s an
undercover informant for the vice and drug cops, maybe other bigger things,
too.”
“Really?”
“I can’t think of any other reason they wouldn’t
have arrested her and her mom for prostitution.
Or marijuana, cocaine possession? Can you?
They might be using her as ‘pervert bait’ to catch pedophiles, but that
doesn’t make sense, because she’s actually of age, so how could they arrest the
perv?
Maybe—and more likely—they’re using her to get information on other
bigger crime stuff, like the Mafia.
Maybe, they’re using her to get inside info on the gangs or on terrorists.”
Kari thought about that. “I can’t think of any other reason either, no,
that’s true.”
“I heard from another source that once, they even
flew her overseas for something, so that makes me think they’re using her to
get inside terrorist groups, which means the feds are involved, too.”
“Wow,” Kari said thoughtfully.
“Yeah, I thought that was pretty interesting,
too. But, he said to stay clear of them,
except in normal ways that you’d interact with anyone, and not to
interfere. I gave him my word that we
would not interfere so, not a word to anyone else about this, for their sake,
their safety. Not even Stacy and Bunny,
ok?”
“I agree, not a word. Thanks, Wendy,” Kari said.
“You’re welcome,” she smiled.
Since Joe was in charge of the food, he had the two servers
go around and offer a list of choices of gourmet hamburgers to each of
them—which turned out to be pretty fun for them. Kari choose the
“Manhattan Mushroom Burger” which sounded interesting, and included soy sauce,
Parmesan, and roasted tomatoes along with the mushrooms. At first, Stacy picked the “Alamo Last Stand
Burger” which included both jalapeños
and habañeros, which surprised Kari.
“I take it you like very hot food,” she said
inquiringly.
“Yeah, love it!” Stacy replied.
“Uhmm, not to be crude, but . . . well, uhmm, if you
were to have sex after you ate that, wouldn’t it sort of, uhmm . . . burn? . .
. I mean, if you were like having sex with me and licked my pussy . . . “ Kari stuttered and trailed off, feeling embarrassed.
“Hhrmmm,” Stacy said
thoughtfully. “Yeah, you’re probably
right. Maybe that’s not a good idea
today.” So, she changed her order to a
“Raleigh Right Burger” which included peanut sauce, pineapple and red onion.
“Peanut sauce? That sounds interesting,” Bunny
commented.
“I’ll let you have a bite,” Stacy replied. “It’s new to me, too—at least on a
hamburger.”
Bunny ordered a “Hungry Hawaiian Burger” which
included grilled pineapple and teriyaki sauce.
When the food arrived, they had a blast comparing
the flavors. And, as usual, the food was
outstanding, with Master Chef Joe at the helm.
After Kari had several drinks and was a bit buzzed,
Stacy hinted that she might want to change into her bikini, since she was the
only one, besides Joe, not wearing one.
Wendy seconded the motion, saying she’d love to see Kari’s bikini. The rest of them chimed in, calling for Kari
to model it for them, much to her dismay.
“Ok, ok, ok,” she said. “I’ll put it on. I won’t model it for you, but I’ll put it
on.”
Lisa and Stacy went with her to the pool house to
help her change—mostly, of course, to give her moral support.
“Moral
support?” her slutself inquired. “Are
you kidding? You’re going to put on the
sexiest sluttiest bikini you’ve ever worn in your
whole life, so you’ll be mostly naked and can get laid in a short while. What’s moral about that? You don’t even believe in being moral. Maybe you should call it ‘immoral support’”
“At least, I
didn’t choose to do it, so I’m not to blame for what happens. They made me do it.”
“Not to
mention that it makes your pussy wet just thinking about it, and you’ve dreamed
about someone making you do that for most of your life. Hoping they would, of course.”
“Gee, thanks,”
but, yes, her pussy was pulsing with excitement. “Nice of you to point out that I’ve always
wanted to be a slut—again!”
“No
problem. Glad to help anytime, really.”
She had to admit, when she looked into the mirror
after she had put the black bikini on, that she did look very slutty and
sexy. It was so small, it barely covered
anything, and left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the cleft of her
pussy clearly visible, as well as her bush poking out around it, making her
look like a skanky whore—and, in fact, Kari actually felt more exposed than if
she had been naked. Lisa looked at her
smiling, raised her eyebrow, winked at her, and gave her a kiss, and gave her a
sarong to put around her waist, like Wendy and Josie were wearing.
“You look super sexy and great!” she told her, and
then she went back out with the others.
Stacy looked at her with undisguised lust and kept
‘straightening’ her bikini, running her hands all over Kari, and sneaking in a
kiss or twelve on various parts of her body—the most sensitive ones, of
course. That didn’t help her feel more
comfortable about going back out with the others, though it did make her hotter
than a firecracker.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to soak this
bikini with my . . . uhmm . . . pussy juices,” Kari said to her. “I’m going to smell like a whore.”
“Ok. So,
what’s the problem?” Stacy said, grinning.
“You’re bad.”
“I
know!”
When
Kari came out, the rest of them clapped and she could hear several of them say,
“Bravo!” which didn’t help her self-consciousness any, although it did make her
bikini-panties wetter. However, there
was a frame which had been moved out by the chairs, so there was a distraction
for everyone to take the focus off of her.
It was shaped in an unusual way, so Kari wasn’t sure what it was for.
“Well,
everybody, we’d like to play a little game, if everyone is agreeable,” Wendy
said. “While it’s not exactly what we
talk about all the time, we do admire each other’s bodies a lot, so here’s the
deal. There are 7 women--besides me,
that is—Josie, Lisa, Kari, Stacy, Bunny, Katie, Krystal. You 7 are to go back behind the frame into
that curtained area and draw straws, so to speak—with that automatic random
number selection box you have there--as to who goes first, and second and so
on. Remember, however, that you “draw
straws” electronically for each turn, so you may repeat even if the others have
not drawn a player’s straw. There will
be 20 rounds, although if we’re both wrong, that round doesn’t count. Joe and I have had this competition before,
and if I’m not mistaken, I’m up 6 to 5 on him in the ongoing final score.” Joe grimaced, half grinning, but waved her
on, anyway, shaking his head as if pretending to be disgusted.
“What
you are to do is come out when it is your turn, and lay down on the slanted
part of the frame and let your boobs drop through the holes in the frame. Of course, for that you’ll have to remove any
clothing, so we can’t distinguish who you are by your bikini. Your face will not be visible to us, until
after we have made our guesses, then we’ll check to see who you are. As you can see, you can sit down, too,
although your legs will be open, so your pussy will be seen. However, we can only see one of those at a
time, and according to our rules, we have to ask for which of those we want to
see--which is, of course, part of the game, and the scoring is something that
Joe and I have worked out from previous games.”
“Joe
and I will guess your name, which is the score he and I will get. You’ll be given instructions at times, like
asking you to use a vibrator on yourself, which is all part of the game. There are plenty of toys in the frame for you
to use whenever you are asked to do something.
The final score is based on the total of accurate guesses. You’ll all be rewarded at the end for
playing. Do you understand, and are you
all willing to play?”
“Yes,”
they all responded, as they were all in a fun mood. Kari felt another pulse of excitement in
being a sex object again, and she had the feeling that the others felt the same
way. A small bar of drinks and finger
foods were available to them in the curtained area, so she and all the others
had some while they were waiting for the game to begin.
“Ok,
we’re ready,” Wendy’s voice declared.
“Send out the first contestant.”
They
pushed the button for the random selection and Bunny was the first chosen, so
she went out and laid down on the slanted part of the frame, allowing her boobs
to drop out of the holes in the frame so they were visible to Joe and Wendy.
“Josie,”
Joe said.
“Hrmmm . . . she has big boobs, yes, but I don’t think it’s Josie. No, I
don’t think so, but I’m not sure who else,” Wendy mused. “Stacy?”
“Is
that your guess?” Joe asked.
“Yes.” So, they hit the ‘Reveal” button, and both
groaned that they had missed.
“Next”
Kari
was selected, so she went out and laid down as required. She felt very horny with the thought that her
boobs were out there for anyone to see, but they didn’t know who she was.
“Hrmmm . . . call for pussy!”
“As
you wish,” Joe said. And a small door
opened in the frame between Kari’s legs which revealed her pussy, which added
to her arousal, of course.
“Vibe,”
Joe said.
“Ok,”
Wendy said. “Please take one of the
vibrators from the bin which is on your left, turn it on and put it into your
pussy, and thrust in and out so we can see your arousal.” Kari did as she was told, as they watched.
“Krystal,”
Wendy guessed.
“Kari,”
Joe said. They hit the “Reveal” button,
and Joe cheered.
“Ok,
ok, ok . . . you got the first one,”
Wendy admitted.
And
so game went on. It went back and forth,
but they arrived at the 20th round, and Joe was barely ahead, 11-9,
mostly because he kept accurately guessing Kari whenever she was drawn.
“AWWKLLLL!” Wendy squawked, and then laughed. Then she told everyone to put their bikinis
back on, and come out from behind the curtain, so they did.
“He’s
tied me again, damn it—6 to 6,” and she laughed, and leaned over and hugged
him, handing him the winner’s card, which was worth, someone said, $1,000. Then she gave some cards to each of the
contestants, worth $100 each.
“What
a wonderfully dumb sexy game. Clearly a
rich person’s game,” Bunny said to Kari afterwards, as she leaned against
her. Bunny had enjoyed the free bar, so
she seemed more than a little drunk and hadn’t bothered to put her bikini back
on after the game. “I loved it!”
Kari
felt Bunny’s boobs against her arm and remembered Stacy’s comment that Bunny
had a crush on her. As usual, she didn’t
know how to respond. Bunny’s hand slowly
crept onto her leg.
“Did
you enjoy it?” Bunny asked her. Her
fingers began teasing the edge of Kari’s black bikini, mid-thigh.
“Uhmm,
yes, I did, it was fun for all of us,” Kari replied.
“And,
did you like what you saw?”
“Yes .
. . uhmm . . . yeah, sure—it was fun,” Kari answered, a bit confused about what
Bunny was asking. Bunny’s fingers began
to slide under her bikini toward her pussy.
“Did
you like me naked tits? I meant . . .
<hickup> my naked . . . er
. . . tits?” Bunny asked, arching her back so as to put her boobs close into
Kari’s view, as she slid even closer and began to fondle Kari’s pussy openly
under her bikini bottom.
“Uhmm,
well, yes . . . I do like your . . . uhmm, tits,” Kari said, again, as usual,
totally at a loss for what to do to handle Bunny’s seduction.
“I
like yours, too.”
“Well,
thank you,” Kari replied.
“Can
I shuck your pussy?” Bunny asked, her voice slurring.
“Can
you . . . uhmm . . . suck my pussy?”
“Yesh, please,” Bunny asked.
As it happened, Stacy looked up at her from
her conversation with Josie, and Kari saw her eyes, blink and go dull as she took in what she was
seeing. Bunny’s hand was inside Kari’s
black bikini, moving in ways which could only be finger-fucking.
“Uhmm,
no . . . please stop,” Kari said, although her body betrayed her at that
moment, and she came very hard.
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